what kept us from going to the Dead Sea?  There is something so revitalizing, so relaxing, so pure about that sea.  But we didn’t dare go until the corona numbers were down – and before the tourists arrived en masse.  Tourism began yesterday so I thought we’d be safe.   So today when Oren invited us down for the day, we drove down for two and a half hours, soaked in the saltwater, swam in the pool at the Vert Hotel, had lunch in their dining room, and drove home.  Highly recommended but exhausting.

Oh, as for the visitors, we heard a lot of Russian, some Italian, a little Arabic and Hebrew.  Everyone except Oren seemed to be over 60 – No, wait, there were a few girls who put the rest of us to shame in their tiny bathing suits. Some of the women could have made at least 20 outfits for the girls out of their own swimsuits…